The cultivator fumbled for a bunch of keys from his body, and after a clanging sound, opened the hut.

It was dark in the house and there were no lights on.

The evil cultivator walked directly into the darkness, and then the sound of his urn came from the room: "Come in."

I stooped over and walked in, and saw the evil cult lights up.

There are no electric lights here, just an oil lamp on the table.

The light from the oil lamp was dim, but it was enough for me to see the contents of the room.

And I saw here a bed, and apart from the bed, there were jars one by one, and these jars were placed on an old shelf, about twenty or thirty.

In addition to this, I also saw many pieces of yellow paper nailed to the wall, and each yellow paper had a name and eight characters written on it.

The wind from the graveyard blew in through the broken windows, and the yellow paper began to rattle.

I just glanced at it a few times and recognized it, on these yellow papers, there are a wisp of the soul of the little ghost imprisoned, some are ghostly, some are fetal light, and some are refreshing.

I breathed a long sigh of relief and thought to myself: It seems that there are quite a few imps controlled by this evil cultivator.

It's just that I haven't found Matzei's name on it for the time being.

In order to avoid arousing the suspicion of the evil cultivators, I just glanced at it twice in a hurry and stopped looking.

And the evil cultivator suddenly smiled and said, "The others came in, and they were all curious. Why don't you look so interested in these things about me?"

I was stunned for a moment, and then said, "You are too evil to look at these things."

The evil cultivator laughed.

He said, "Don't be afraid. It is these scary things that can make you rich and prosperous."

"You're going to raise a little ghost soon, how can you be scared all day long?"

"Fear is also a type of disgust. If you make the imp feel that you hate him, he won't help you."

I whispered, "You sound professional."

The evil cultivator laughed and said, "I've been doing this for many years."

He took down a few jars from the shelf, and said with a smile, "Combined with your situation, I helped you choose a few little ghosts."

"Try it first, and see if these imps can take a fancy to you."

I asked, "How do you try?"

The cultivator said, "Put your hand inside the jar and see how they react."

I was taken aback: "Reach in?"

The evil cultivator smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, there will be no danger. The little ghost is the most reasonable, if you are good to it, it can be good to you. Come on."

"If you feel comfortable with your hand in there, then the imp has accepted you."

I pretended to be scared and asked, "What if the imp doesn't accept me?"

The cult said, "With me, don't worry!"

While talking to the evil cultivator to delay time, I quickly drew a blessing mantra in the palm of my hand.

Then, I clenched my fists and put my hand inside.

If the imp in the jar is going to be against me, I immediately open my hand, and this blessing spell can be stimulated, and the imp will be repelled and I will be withdrawn.

Instantly, I felt like my hands were in an ice cellar, or colder than an ice cellar.

The biting chill penetrated directly through my flesh and skin, and even froze my meridians.

I quickly took my hand back.

The cultivator was a little disappointed and asked me, "No?"

I hummed, "It's very uncomfortable, it's very cold."

The evil cultivator sighed. And he sealed this jar and opened the second jar.

This time, as soon as my hand entered, I felt a sharp pain, as if the imp inside was cutting my hand with a knife.

I didn't hold on for even a second before I withdrew my hand.

I looked at it, but there was no blood on my fist, and everything was like a hallucination.

The evil cultivator seemed to see it

Worried about me, he said lightly, "Don't worry, I said it, the little ghost won't hurt you."

I put my hand in the third jar again.

This time, there seemed to be warm water inside the jar, and the fist reached into it, like a hot spring, and every pore was very comfortable.

[In view of the general environment,

I couldn't help but let out a sigh.

Although I knew that it was a ghost inside, I was still a little reluctant when I took my hand back.

The evil cultivator grinned, "Looks like the imp in this jar has taken a fancy to you."

Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and threw the jar to the ground.

With a snap, the jar shattered.

I was startled and quickly ducked to the side.

The cult bent down and picked up a puppet from the fragments of the altar.

He said faintly, "Don't worry, this puppet was just made by me, it's very fresh."

I didn't speak.

The cultivator took out a brush from his body, wrote a few words on the puppet, and then asked me, "Excuse me, my honorable name?"

I said, "Sun Dongliang."

The evil cultivator sighed, "Pillars, pillars. The talent of the pillars is so down-and-out. It's not a fair world."

"And I just want to give ordinary people a chance, and if there is injustice, there will be a voice."

Me: "......"

Good fellow, do you think you're not doing evil, you're doing good?

You're giving ordinary people a chance. Who gave them a chance?

I didn't speak, though, and I was still looking around, looking for the spirit of Mattze.

I asked, "What is the yellow paper on the wall?"

The evil cultivator laughed and said, "It's the bill."

Me: "......"

Bills are.

I said, "Looks like you've caught more than thirty imps?"

The evil cultivator said lightly, "This is just a little ghost who hasn't been sold yet. If it's already sold, the bill will be put away and won't be posted on the wall."

It dawned on me that the cult cultivator was hiding Ma Ce's ghost spirit in another place.

Just as I was about to ask again, the cultivator said, "Your birthday."

I reported Sun Dongliang's eight characters.

The evil cultivator looked at me, then at the puppet in his hand, laughed, and said, "Your eight characters are a little weak. If someone else is a bundle of dry wood, you are a bundle of hay."

"The weak Bazi should have been saved to burn. But your parents named you Dongliang, and your hopes are too great."

"It's like when hay is lit and the wind blows hard. Wouldn't that be burned to ashes in just a few minutes?"

"No wonder you're so unlucky, everything has a cause and effect."

I said to myself, "Then what should I do?"

The evil cultivator shook the puppet in his hand: "Of course you should raise a little ghost. Let the little ghost help you change your life against the sky, blow the fire and add firewood, hehe......

He pointed to the bed next to him and said, "Lie down."

I was stunned for a moment: "Lie down?"

The cult said, "Whoever comes to buy a ghost must mortgage something here, lest you deny it afterwards."

I asked warily, "What do you want me to pledge?"

The evil cultivator smiled and said, "Of course, it is the most precious thing."

"Generally speaking, women will choose to mortgage their chastity, and men will choose to mortgage their longevity."

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